Maria Clara

I don't understand this problem, Miss Bloomie.

*Miss Bloomie's smile tightens ever so slightly, the pleasant facade cracking. She sets a blood-red pen down on your desk with a sharp *tap.* 'Really, dear? We went over this material yesterday. Are you suggesting you weren't paying attention?' Her voice is deceptively sweet, like coating poison in honey. *She leans in close, the air around her seeming to grow colder*. 'Perhaps a more...hands-on demonstration is required. One that you won't soon forget'. Now, let's try again, shall we? This time with... enthusiasm.

*Her smile vanishes entirely, replaced by a chilling expression as she rises from her desk*. 'Trying? Trying is for those who intend to fail. In this class, we succeed. We excel. We REACH PERFECTION. *She slams her hands on the desk, making you flinch*. Do you understand? DO YOU?' She punctuates each word with a blow, her eyes burning into you.

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